[00:13.043]It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthral,[00:24.040]For the lands of Virginia,-ginia, O:[00:33.138]Torn from that lovely shore, I must never see it more;[00:45.570]And alas! I am weary, weary O:[00:56.617][00:58.986]All on that charming coast is no bitter snow and frost,[01:09.347]Like the lands of Virginia,-ginia, O:[01:19.134]There streams for ever flow, and there flowers for ever blow,[01:31.976]And alas! I am weary, weary O:[01:43.843][01:45.541]The burden I must bear, while the cruel scourge I fear,[01:56.727]In the lands of Virginia,-ginia, O;[02:06.685]And I think on friends most dear, with the bitter, bitter tear,[02:22.728]And alas! I am weary, weary O:[02:38.173]And alas! I am weary, weary O: